Raided The God’S Warehouse [EN]: Chapter 527

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Ultimately, Seo-ah Yoo and Han-cheol Kang couldn’t decipher how to utilize the seal they’d acquired from the Eight Cold Hells.

Se-un himself didn’t possess extensive knowledge about the Eight Cold Hells.

However, drawing a parallel to how collecting all the tokens of the Eight Hot Hells led to Satan’s temple, he speculated that the seal of the Eight Cold Hells might offer a similar reward.

“Let’s spar, quickly. I’ve been itching for it…….”

Slap!

“Itching my foot, sit down! Are you even aware of the necrosis in your left arm? It was frozen to the bone. What on earth did you do……?”

Shortly after, thanks to Ha-neul Lee’s timely intervention, Seo-ah Yoo and Han-cheol Kang received the necessary medical attention.

Han-cheol Kang, assuming the treatment was complete, immediately requested a spar with Se-un, only to be promptly returned to his spot by Ha-neul Lee’s palm. Witnessing this, Seo-ah Yoo quietly retreated under her blanket.

“A lady is always busy~”

Unlike Han-cheol, Arcana rarely requested spars.

Consequently, Se-un, finding himself with free time, ventured out to the vacant lot within the residence and retrieved a glass bead from his pocket.

A glass bead containing Scavenger’s sandstorm.

It was time to discover a method to unleash the sandstorm that had once sealed Outer [a powerful, possibly extra-dimensional, entity].

Whoosh-

Pow!

“As expected, mana doesn’t work.”

He experimented with various techniques, such as condensing mana to inject high-density mana and meticulously manipulating mana like threads, but none proved successful.

The sandstorm within the glass bead remained contained, with not a single grain of sand escaping its confines.

He even attempted to infuse it with internal energy [cultivation energy], but the glass bead remained unresponsive.

‘Is it magic, after all?’

The Great Library of Elheim housed not only magic but also a diverse collection of spells.

Among the Great Sages [powerful mages or scholars], some had attained their positions through spell research.

Se-un had acquired considerable knowledge while assisting with their research, leading him to believe he could recreate the ancient Scavenger’s magic.

‘First, starting with the Orc tribe’s magic.’

Se-un drew upon all the magical knowledge he possessed.

Beginning with the magic employed by monsters and progressing to the latest magic utilized by the Great Sage of El Abr, he attempted to cast them, hoping for even the slightest reaction that he could then apply to recreate Scavenger’s magic.

……That’s what he envisioned.

“……What is it?”

It didn’t work.

No magic could coax the sandstorm from within the glass bead.

He tried imbuing it with the divinity of the Saint Scar [a holy mark or artifact] and, in frustration, even flicked his finger to shock it, but it remained inert.

Frankly, it was quite perplexing.

‘I thought the Authority of Greed would somehow work.’

Mamon’s treasure vault also contained magical artifacts.

When his solo attempts failed, he immediately resorted to Mamon’s treasures, experimenting with various magical items, but the outcome remained the same.

– The constellation, ‘The Crow Who Bows Its Head,’ frowns, asking what that is and why there’s no reaction.

– The constellation, ‘The Crow Who Bows Its Head,’ is frustrated.

– The constellation, ‘The Crow Who Bows Its Head,’ changes its expression and smacks its lips regretfully.

Se-un sighed.

He wasn’t contemplating surrender; he was merely expressing regret.

‘It shouldn’t have been used here.’

Se-un extracted a small gem from his subspace pocket [an extra-dimensional storage space].

A gray gem.

It was a gem crafted by the four priests of Death Hill upon his departure.

Its purpose was to communicate with a vanished soul.

It was a gem imbued with the power to converse with the dead, but only once.

‘I have no choice.’

Originally, he intended to use this gem in another hidden dungeon or shelter.

The ability to speak with the souls of the deceased offered a significant advantage.

He had been deliberating where to utilize it, but he found himself using it in an unexpected situation.

However, in the current circumstances, nothing was as crucial as extracting the sandstorm from this glass bead.

Crack.

As Se-un exerted pressure, the gray gem crumbled and scattered like sand.

Soon, the scattered gem fragments coalesced into a human figure and enveloped the glass bead according to Se-un’s will.

– Death Hill’s Soul-Calling Stone designates a target.

– The Soul-Calling Stone finds traces of the soul.

There are three conditions for using the Soul-Calling Stone.

The first is to summon the soul at the location where the desired person died.

The second is to locate the person’s corpse and summon the soul.

The last, third, is to use the Soul-Calling Stone on an object, as he is doing now, to trace the soul’s imprint on the object and summon the soul.

‘Even if it sounds simple, it’s difficult to talk to the desired soul.’

The disadvantage of the Soul-Calling Stone is its inability to specify the soul.

When using the first method, the soul with the clearest trace among the countless souls who perished in that place appears.

The second method overlaps with the third method, and the soul that killed the person or the soul that cherished them may appear.

In particular, the third method traces the object’s imprint, making it the most challenging of the three methods to specify the desired soul.

‘But this is the only way.’

If it was a glass bead used by a sorcerer, no one except the sorcerer would have been able to touch it carelessly.

Hoping that the soul’s trace left on this glass bead would be that of the sorcerer who summoned the sandstorm, Se-un calmly waited for the Soul-Calling Stone to summon the soul.

And not long after.

– The Soul-Calling Stone has found traces of the soul.

– The Soul-Calling Stone summons the soul.

Gray dust gathered and assumed the shape of a human figure.

Would Scavenger’s sorcerer appear as Se-un hoped?

Just before the dust was about to solidify into a perfect form, the soul’s voice resonated within Se-un’s mind.

“Ah…….”

A sobbing voice.

For some reason, a tear seemed to trickle from the face of the gray dust that had not yet fully materialized.

As if to confirm the tear, the trembling voice of the soul continued.

“Great being…… Our guardian deity has finally found rest…….”

The soul wore a hood that obscured its face, similar to Scavenger’s current attire, and covered all parts except for the eyes with a rough robe.

Even those eyes were shadowed by the robe and hood, making them difficult to discern.

The robe was adorned with the teeth and claws of unknown animals, as well as various jewels, and the staff in its hand constantly dripped sand.

Even without that appearance, Se-un could deduce from the sentence he had just uttered that this was the Scavenger’s sorcerer he had sought.

“I sense Scavenger’s blessing emanating from you, Great Hero. Surely you must have assisted our guardian deity in finding rest.”

“Outer. If you’re referring to the monster of the heat, I defeated it.”

“As an ancestor of that place…… no, as a sinner who has passed on the sins to future generations, allow me to offer my deepest gratitude and apology to you, Great Hero…….”

The soul bowed its head.

No, it bent over, then knelt down and bowed deeply to Se-un.

The excessive display made him feel awkward, but refusing would be disrespectful.

Se-un waited for him to fully express his emotions, recalling that the duration of the Soul-Calling Stone was not brief.

“Thank you, thank you so much…….”

He continued to mutter his thanks while prostrate, and only after gray dust had accumulated on the ground did he rise.

He understood his sentiment, but it was time to address the main issue.

“I want you to tell me how to summon the sandstorm.”

“Ah, I see. You are the one who defeated the reverse that corrupted even the great being, so that power will be helpful to you, Great Hero…….”

The soul nodded and stroked the glass bead.

Immediately, the sandstorm within the glass bead reacted and surged violently.

“This is originally a secret technique passed down only to the Great Masters among Scavenger’s sorcerers, but as a reward for the benefactor who helped the great being find rest, it would be insufficient…….”

The soul’s hand moved away from the glass bead.

Then, the sandstorm inside followed the soul’s touch and naturally pierced through the glass surface.

There was no collision with the surface of the glass bead, as when Se-un infused mana.

The sandstorm flowed out naturally as if there was no glass wall in the first place, and acted like a pet, showing affection on the soul’s hand.

“This is the power that our ancestors realized and passed down through the bloodline. So it can’t help but react.”

Only then did Se-un nod.

The power of the bloodline. In other words, a power that cannot be used unless the user receives the blood of the corresponding user.

So no matter how much Se-un tried to draw out the sandstorm using various knowledge, he couldn’t draw it out.

He had even used the Soul-Calling Stone, but he hadn’t gained anything.

He was about to give up the power in disappointment when.

“So, I will offer you the souls of everyone, including myself.”

“Souls?”

“It’s just a remnant of power anyway. But it will be enough to be recognized as a ‘qualification’.”

The hem of the robe the soul was wearing scattered and settled towards Se-un’s Saint Scar.

The sandstorm playing on his palm also gradually, little by little, followed the flow and approached Se-un.

“Are you sure? Offering your soul means eternal annihilation.”

“It is only right to bow our heads to the benefactor who solved the sins we passed on to future generations and protected the city of the brilliant sun…….”

With that greeting as the last, all the souls settled in Se-un’s Saint Scar.

The sandstorm, which had been hesitating until the very last moment, also followed the movement and permeated Se-un’s Saint Scar.

– The soul of ‘Ja Karls Bill A Seru’ has settled in the Saint Scar.

– The power of the sorcerer has permeated the Saint Scar.

The soul of the sorcerer.

He had only acted to allow Se-un to use the sandstorm, but Se-un felt differently.

His soul contained an enormous ‘level’ of height.

Just by absorbing that soul, Se-un felt that his level was rising several stages.

‘Was he that strong?’

Se-un clenched his right hand tightly.

The Saint Scar shone, and the sandstorm that had just entered revealed its existence again.

The sandstorm, which had been hiding motionless inside the glass bead no matter how much he coaxed and whipped it, appeared according to Se-un’s will and rotated fiercely.

However, not a single grain of sand among the swirling grains hit Se-un’s palm.

The sandstorm had already recognized Se-un as its master.

‘This is Scavenger’s sandstorm.’

Whoosh-!

According to Se-un’s will, the sandstorm increased in size.

It instantly surpassed Se-un’s height, caught up with the size of an ordinary building, and swelled up as if it was not satisfied with this, swallowing the sky.

The very sandstorm of Scavenger that had even sealed Outer.

– The sandstorm of the Captive Monster sleeps in the Saint Scar.

That was, in Se-un’s hands.